any more left in you?

I challenge you to this spectrum, how many cogs on this wheel?

count centipedes and one salamander

and left of your heart's desire

are you a pheasant already?  dropping eggs for a shallow carpeted entryway?

I think that you know how to wiggle your way around the center of a star, enough that you can juggle teeny worms in your goggles

you swam upstream for so many years... isn't it time for a waterfall?

I challenge your sentiment!  do you have another lie?

hard as a flaming roller coaster, and also too slick to bump your cranium

I think that you are a spigot, unleashing tarnished coins into a sea of bronzed eyelid fantasies, only to be shown the same clashed visions, your empathy may run out, silly lad with bananas hanging out of your left nostril

attempt another gain?  you might be fit for a wall of tether ball, bounce back again with the same imprints on your hands, dirt and sweat ready for the kitchen sink

cast a flamingo as a spider and you'll be left with a dylenesque baroque masquerade

shall we dance to our own knobs?  or how saintly and thin our legs have become

close the door to your own franchise bargain kiss

and have you found your sweet molasses?